That's fine, Sam means to say, to keep up the gentle, nonjudgemental negotiating. What comes out is the kind of sharp, threatening tone he'd normally use on a monster tied to a chair. 'Try it for a while, but you'd better not decide you wanna keep it after that.'

As soon as he says it, he's vaguely appalled by himself. He's had his temper much more in check in recent years, and Aglet's given him no reason to treat him like that. Awkward, he uses a hand to shove his hair out of his face. 'I'm-- sorry, I didn't mean to say that. That was-- yeah, sorry. Uh, can I ride on your shoulder? That way we can still talk while you... walk around or whatever.'